Disc: I do not own the show or the original characters of NCIS. I do own Rory Collins and Sam Flack.

Couples: Gibbs & Rory

OOC: Sam Flack doesn't come until later, along with working a case with the CSI: NY so it well be a small cross over with that show. There shouldn't be a lot of chapters with them at all. Mostly since I don't do go deep into the cases in my stories.

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That one night with Gibbs had been amazing and I was avoiding him now. I threw myself in to my work, even if I wasn't feeling it with my heart, I was watching my teams back and working hard. I was at Tony's that night and instead of starting the movie, while we were eating pizza, he told me about his undercover job where he had fallen in love with the doctor. He had hated that he'd had to lie to her and, when it all finally all came out, it was a disaster. I looked at him and sighed.

"Tony, I didn't fall in love! I did feel something 'cause he didn't deserve any of it. Then I went to Gibbs, cried my eyes out, kissed him and ended up waking up naked with him laying next to me. And I ran, ran like a damn scared girl that's in love with him."

Tony had become my best friend out of all of them. We got along real well, besides both coming form being detectives to being agents, we had other things in common too. He gave me a look and I grunted!

"Yeah, I slept with him, and I can say it was everything I ever thought it would be, being with Gibbs like that!" Tony looked to me as he leaned back.

"Now you're just avoiding him! So that's why he been an asshole, more then normal I mean!" He looked at me. "You've lost your fire for your work, Rory. It's been six weeks since that undercover." I looked at him and sighed.

"Yeah, I know! I just can't get my heart into my work, Tony. Maybe joining NCIS was a fucking mistake!" He looked across at me.

"So, what are you going to do?" I sighed some.

"Well, my old Captain from here was fired, and it was proved that he was hiring dirty cops for his own needs." He looked to me as he handed me another beer. "I've sent in an application to New York CSI. I got some training here, working with NCIS." He looked at me and raised a brow.

"So, you slept with Gibbs and you lost a little of your faith 'cause of the undercover. So now you're going to run?" I looked at him and then back down at the floor.

"Maybe! I want to see what I get from the application, then I'll make my choice."

We didn't talk anymore. He finally put the movie in and started it playing. After it was done, I crashed on his couch. I'd had seven beers and I was a bit drunk. He covered me up, gave me a pillow and then went to bed himself. I woke up the next morning and Gibbs was sitting on the coffee table, he offered me some water and something for the hangover.

"So, you've applied to the CSI in New York?" I was going to kill Tony! I know he was trying to make me do the right thing, but right now the right thing felt so damn wrong!

"Yeah, no more undercover, just working the evidence, and it's New York City! Ever since I was cleared of everything by the D.C. PD, I've had the green light for about five months now, I can go back if I want to." He looked at me.

"Well, tough shit! You're not leaving NCIS! You're a good agent and you are needed." I looked at him with a raised brow.

"You are not my boss anymore, Gibbs, and I can do what I want." There was more to this than I was telling him!

"We need you here, Rory. You have new friends here that will miss you. You have a good life here, don't you see that?" I stood up and moved to the kitchen. I wasn't one to really get hangovers.

"Gibbs, if they approve me, I am going back to New York." He stood up to follow me.

"I need to go back to work, but we're not done here!" I heard the door slam and grunted some. I've got to remember to strangle Tony.

I got the call that day and then I went to the director and thanked her for the chance, but I was giving her my two week notice, and I wanted this to stay between us. She told me that she agreed. I think she may have guessed what was going on. The two weeks passed quickly because we were all busy with cases. When the two weeks were up, I came into the building late at night and left Tony, Ziva, Tim, Abby and Ducky a goodbye letter. Then I walked back to my car and started the long drive to New York City. I wasn't sure what to leave Gibbs, I didn't think a goodbye letter would go down well with him, so I left nothing!